"What is it, Uncle Wen?"
This was the first time Wen Jianshu had ever called Tang Mo, and it startled her.
"Momo, you made it onto the ranking board? Well done, well done! You've really made our family proud. I'm so proud of you."
Wen Jianshu's usually calm and rational voice held a suppressed joy.
"You just stay home and keep your mom company for now. When I get back, we'll celebrate properly!"
He hung up before Tang Mo could say anything else. It seemed less like a call to congratulate her and more like he was simply venting his own joy.
Tang Mo blushed. She felt a little embarrassed to receive such praise for being in one-hundredth place.
'What if the person behind me surpasses me tonight? Then wouldn't everyone have gotten excited for nothing?'
'What a headache. It really is lonely at the top.'
It wasn't just Qin Ling and Wen Jianshu; even Song Qing and Li Lanlan sent video calls, each congratulating Tang Mo.
